Charles Bukowski

Decline - Poem by Charles Bukowski

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naked along the side of the house,8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oilover my body, Jesus, have I cometo this?I once battled in dark alleys for alaugh.now I'm not laughing.I splash myself with oil and wonder,how many years do you want?how many days?my blood is soiled and a darkangel sits in my brain.things are made of something andgo to nothing.I understand the fall of cities, ofnations.a small plane passes overhead.I look upward as if it made sense tolook upward.it's true, the sky has rotted:it won't be long for any ofus.